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Song Qingning met Song Qingyan again.

She was dressed in gorgeous clothes and adorned with jewels, even more flamboyant than when she was the eldest daughter of the Yongning Marquis's mansion. She dressed up specially to outshine Song Qingning.

Seeing the maid helping Song Qingning down from the carriage, Song Qingyan felt a slight pang of jealousy.

After not seeing her for many days, Song Qingning had developed a certain charm in her eyes. One glance was enough to tell that she was living a very comfortable life after marrying the Prince of Huai.

Then I thought of myself...

Song Qingyan clenched her fists slightly, her desire to trample Song Qingning under her feet growing stronger.

"Song Qingning..."

As Song Qingning walked towards her, Song Qingyan spoke again.

But Song Qingning's gaze merely swept across her face indifferently, and in the end, he seemed not to see her at all, brushing past her...

Song Qingyan: "..."

She ignored her?!

She was a princess, of royal blood, yet Song Qingning dared to ignore her!

"Song Qingning, stop right there!" Song Qingyan's tone was arrogant and unwilling as she grabbed Song Qingning's wrist, determined to make Song Qingning pay the price for her disregard.

But she only grabbed the corner of her sleeve, and Song Qingning suddenly flicked it away.

The force caused Song Qingyan to stumble, and she was thrown out of the room.

Her hairpin was askew, and she had completely lost her composure.

Her anger grew stronger and stronger. "Song Qingning, how dare you push me! Do you know who I am...?"

Song Qingyan shouted angrily, almost blurting out the word "Princess".

But in the end, he held back.

Remembering her nanny's instructions, she dared not disobey Prince Yu's wishes.

Song Qingning was slightly disappointed.

She ignored her, provoked her, and deliberately tried to force her to reveal her identity.

Unfortunately, Song Qingyan still retained some rationality.

Song Qingning glanced at her indifferently, "Who do you think you are? Do you still consider yourself the eldest daughter of the Yongning Marquis's mansion? Song Qingyan, according to the rules, you must kneel and pay your respects when you see me, the Princess Consort."

Song Qingning never flaunted her status as the Princess Consort of Huai.

However, this does not apply in front of Song Qingyan.

"You..." Song Qingyan's face darkened, then she let out a cold laugh, "You want me to kneel before you?"

She was a princess, of royal blood...

"Shouldn't you kneel before me?" Song Qingning said coldly.

Seeing Song Qingyan get up and tidy her hairpins, she gave Wan Zi a wink. The next moment, Wan Zi stepped forward and kicked Song Qingyan hard in the left shin.

"Ah..." accompanied by a cry of pain.

Song Qingyan, who had just stood up straight, stumbled forward and knelt on both knees.

"That's how it should be," Song Qingning said with satisfaction, giving Song Qingyan a meaningful look.

He left behind the words, "Remember this next time we meet," and turned to enter the ancestral hall.

Behind her, Song Qingyan couldn't hide her anger. Her eyes, filled with hatred, were like knives and swords, as if she wanted to kill Song Qingning to pieces.

"Why did the princess deliberately provoke her?" Wan Zi asked Song Qingning from her side.

A smile played on Song Qingning's lips, her eyes flashing with a dark light. "She used to be high and mighty, and she especially liked to put me down. She got satisfaction from seeing me crushed into the dust."

It was the same in the past life, and it is the same in this life.

The difference is that in this life, Song Qingyan is the one who is crushed into the dust.

"She's been suppressed for so long, and now that she finally sees a chance to trample me underfoot again, she'll definitely seize it, she'll be eager to seize it."

"So, I'm going to give her a push and make her even more anxious."

When Song Qingning thought of Song Changsheng, she wanted to give Song Qingyan a push, and she also wanted to give Song Changsheng a push.

And what was Prince Yu's true purpose...?

Song Qingning lowered her eyes, a guess forming in her mind, but one that still needed confirmation.

"Wanliang has been out of the capital for a few days, he should be back in the next couple of days," Song Qingning said softly.

"Your Highness, rest assured, my brother is always quick and efficient in handling matters."

Wan Zi didn't know why her brother had left the capital this time; she only knew that he had received orders from the Princess.

The Song family members arrived one after another.

After offering sacrifices to the ancestral tablets, everyone entered the banquet hall.

Marquis Yongning and Song Changsheng were not present at the banquet.

Before the ancestral tablets, Marquis Yongning offered incense and said to Song Changsheng behind him, "Changsheng, you will not come with me to my new post this time."

A sinister glint flashed in Song Changsheng's eyes behind him.

Seeing the Marquis of Yongning turn around, he quickly concealed his sinister aura, his face calm and composed, appearing honest and obedient. "Younger brother will follow elder brother's arrangements."

Lacking independent thought and opinions.

This is how Marquis Yongning perceived his second brother.

But after Ning'er's reminder, the Marquis of Yongning had a different feeling when he looked at that obedient face.

Although his second brother remained obedient, he was more convinced that Ning'er wouldn't make baseless accusations.

"You don't blame me?" Marquis Yongning stared at Song Changsheng.

"How could a younger brother resent his elder brother? I am mediocre and incompetent, and I can't be of much help to you. Over the years, you have taken care of our brotherhood and kept me by your side, giving me a job. I am already extremely grateful."

Song Changsheng bowed to Marquis Yongning perfectly, as if he were truly grateful.

"I'm glad you don't blame me. You're in the capital, and I've arranged a job for you. You can go and take up your post," said Marquis Yongning.

A touch of emotion appeared on Song Changsheng's face. "Thank you, brother. When will you leave the capital?"

"After the Lantern Festival."

Seven days later will be the Lantern Festival.

Song Changsheng lowered his eyes. The two brothers exchanged a few more words before leaving the ancestral hall together to join the banquet and drink.

Today's family banquet is a lively affair.

The women's section.

Song Qingyan was dressed in gorgeous clothes, but the aunts were all surrounding Song Qingning. Song Qingyan was so jealous that she was going crazy. She secretly made up her mind to become a princess as soon as possible. Then, these people would regret their cold treatment of her today.

Prince Keyu has been slow to arrange for her to be recognized as a member of her ancestral clan.

We need to think of a solution.

The thought had barely formed in her mind when she saw Song Changsheng leave his seat.

Since their first meeting on New Year's Eve, Song Qingyan had never seen Song Changsheng again. She had underestimated him before, but now she thought that he might be useful to her.

Song Qingyan then left the banquet and met Song Changsheng behind the ancestral hall.

The two talked about something, but it's unclear what.

When Song Qingyan returned to her seat, the look in her eyes when she looked at Song Qingning was filled with smugness.

Song Qingning saw her smugness, and Wan Zi whispered a few words in her ear. Song Qingning understood immediately.

Lantern Festival...

Only then did he let his father tell Song Changsheng that his father would leave the capital after the Lantern Festival.

Is Song Changsheng already losing patience?

Song Qingning lowered her eyes as the family banquet ended.

Another day passed, and Wanliang returned to Beijing.

"Your Highness, I have brought her back and settled her outside the mansion. You can visit her at any time." Wan Liang was extremely efficient.

Before Wanliang entered the house.

Song Qingning was looking at a file on the table, her expression solemn.

The records document the achievements and promotions of military generals when Emperor Yuan first ascended the throne.

Looking at the name of her father, "Song Qian," on the file, Song Qingning connected many things together, not only confirming her previous guesses but also finding the reason for them.

That's it!

A sudden surge of fear almost overwhelmed me.

Xie Xuanjin, who followed Wan Liang in, saw that Song Qingning's face was deathly pale and touched her icy hands.

"What's wrong with you?" Xie Xuanjin asked with concern.